Corn peas? Corn peas?
It's after midnight and my toddler is jumping up and down on the bed next to me, dancing to Alice Cooper's "School's Out" as performed on the Muppet Show (at the top of her request list of late, along with the Evian swimming babies commercial, extra-nekkid European version.)
What kind of momma am I?
("Corn peas?" is what she chants when she wants me to troop downstairs with her for a freezer raid, so that she can beg for ice cream instead of frozen veggies once she has me down there. Junk food will not prevail.)
What kind of momma am I?
("Corn peas?" is what she chants when she wants me to troop downstairs with her for a freezer raid, so that she can beg for ice cream instead of frozen veggies once she has me down there. Junk food will not prevail.)